“Seeking Missile: A Poem for My Beloved Son”

Sing to the tune of “Holy Diver” by Dio.

by Jayson X

October 13, 2012

Hmm-hmmmm.

Yeah, yeah.

Life often sucks,

But do your best ‘til the day you die,

Then meet God with head held high.

Damn excuses!

Be a success-seeking missile that flies

No matter how much you cry.

Gotta keep tryin’,

Seeking Missile!

Yeah!

God put us here

To teach and test us for what comes after death,

So make the most of each breath.

Death to theocracy!

Support religious-neutral government.

Make the Enlightenment.

Gotta keep tryin’, keep tryin’.

The rich are rich enough.

Help the poor and middle class,

But don’t just give them stuff.

Keep the lazy off their ass.

Seeking Missile,

Base all your beliefs and your deeds

On the three best wisdom seeds:

Rea-son—

Reason gives you truth,

Compassion gives you actions based on care,

And hope saves you from despair.

Seeking Missile,

Do your best until the day you die,

Then meet God with head held high. Yeah! Yeah!

Damn excuses!

Be a success-seeking missile that flies

No matter how much you cry.

Gotta keep tryin’, keep tryin’.

Gotta keep tryin’, keep tryin’.

Yeah.

Seeking Missile, God’s whistle,

Your heart is good.

Seeking Missile!

Seeking Missile!

You’re stuck here with seven billion just like you, Seeking Missile.

Oh, Seeking Missile!

Yeah alright!

Keep tryin’, keep tryin’, keep tryin’!

Seeking Missile!

Seeking Missile!

Oh, Seeking Missile!

Hmm-hmmmm.